🌷𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓷𝔂𝔁 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼🌷

❀ ─── ✦ ─── ❀

A glass once shattered by a careless hand,

Can never hold the water as it planned.

Yet here we stand, two ghosts upon the shore,

Afraid to love, yet yearning so much more.

For trust is not a covenant of stone,

Nor is it carved in solitude, alone;

It is the fragile surrender of the chest,

To lay one’s heart where it may safely rest.

To trust is walking blindfold toward a cliff,

Ignoring every cold, foreboding if.

It is the quiet whisper in the dark,

That promises a flame within a spark.

You offer me the key to ruin you,

And I hand back my deepest vulnerability too—

A sacred pact, unspoken, unexpressed,

A silent vow that puts our fears to rest.

Yet betrayed, it rots into a phantom ache,

A heavy, hollow bruise that will not break.

It turns the sweetest honey into gall,

And builds between two souls an iron wall.

For skin will heal, and bone again will mend,

But broken trust is grief without an end.

So hold my truth as if it were your breath,

A sanctuary guarded unto death.

For love may ignite the passion in our veins,

But trust alone is what survives the rains.

Do not promise me the stars above the sea—

Just prove you will not break the heart in me.

~Maeve♡

A Love story is merely a whisper captured upon page.

"It is the anchor in the rising tide,

The quiet ghost that stays beside,

When winter strips the garden bare,

And whispers coldness through the air'.

'It is no shout against the gale,

But the steady pulse that will not fail,

A lantern held within the haze,

Refining all our fractured days'.

'It is the silence shared at dawn,

Long after every mask is drawn,

A tapestry of thread and bone,

That claims the heart as its own throne'.

'It is the promise, soft and deep,

A vow the restless spirit will keep,

To stand when stars begin to fade,

In the sanctuary we have made'.

'It does not ask for gold or fame,

Nor need the fire to light its name;

It lives in shadows, calm and vast,

The bridge that binds the first to last'.

'Like iron forged in hidden heat,

It makes the broken life complete,

A tether stretched across the span,

Beyond the reach of mortal plan'.

'So let the seasons drift and veer,

And let the years dissolve in fear;

The heart remains, a constant spark,

A burning witness in the dark'.

'It is the truth we dare to hold,

More precious than a crown of gold,

The soul’s own rhythm, true and free,

The boundless depth of loyalty".